Malcolm Goldstein

 

Black birds against a gray sky

 

A flock of black birds against a gray sky

suddenly dispersing

in more directions than you knew there were

 

leaving the gray sky gray

 

the city park trees darkening with jackdaws

 

the city park trees loud with sharp utterances

that gnaw against each other

like diamond whetters against ski stick tips

 

against ski stick tips

 

loud against

 

diamond whetters

 

ski stick tips

 

the city park

 

trees

 

Japanese calligraphy

across off-white paper

 

Fast Japanese calligraphy

across slow yellow paper

 

Velocities tearing at matter

 

densifying and thinning

into forms of pleasure and disgust

 

Matter velocifying out of reach,

below the horizon of events

 

MALCOLM

scribbling

out of the countryside of Vermont

 

MALCOLM

gnawing

out of the electric circuits of Montreal

 

strings corroding

under his bow of prey

 

fiddle body swelling

under showers of sweat,

creaking

in the swell of gravity waves,

like an old galleass

on southern seas

 

So much youth

out of all this age;

so much NOW

out of all these years:

 

MALCOLM,

whose bow and strings can mimic distant church bells

through all this atheism

 

MALCOLM

rapelling

down those nerve ends

to the bottom of pain





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-22 at 16:04

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